Heya. Let me be clear from the start, I'm not asking you to believe me. I'm just telling you what happened. My name's Frank, and back in August of 1955, I was going by my nickname, Lucky. Dusty Sullivan. I was twenty-two years old, working the carnival circuit with my wife Vera. We'd come home to visit my mother at her farmhouse outside Kelly. That's a little place near Hopkinsville in Christian County, if you know the area. It was Sunday evening, August 21st. Hot as blazes, the kind of Kentucky summer night where the air just sits on you. My mother Ginny, she had the whole family there that weekend. My younger brother JC and his wife Alene, my mother's three youngest kids, Lonnie, Charlton, and Mary. Alene's brother OP was visiting too. And then there was Bobby Joe Tucker and his wife June. Bobby Joe, he'd been working the carnival with me and Vera, good friend of mine. We'd invited them along for the weekend. The house was just this unpainted three-room place. No running water, no telephone, no radio, no TV. We didn't have much, but it was home. We'd had a big Sunday supper my mother cooked up, and afterwards we were all just sitting around playing cards, talking, trying to stay cool. Must have been around seven o'clock when Bobby Joe said he was going out back to the well to get some water.
He came back in maybe five minutes later, and he was all worked up. Said he'd just seen something in the sky, coming right over the house. Described it as real bright, silvery, with exhaust trailing behind it in all these rainbow colors. Said it went right over the house, stopped in mid-air, then dropped straight down to the ground somewhere out behind the property. Made this hissing sound, he said, but no explosion. Now, Bobby Joe was known to tell a tall tale or two, so none of us really believed him. My mother laughed it off, and we went back to our card game. But about an hour later, maybe a little after eight, the dogs started going crazy. Barking like something was out there. Me and Bobby Joe, we went to the back door to see what had them so worked up. That's when we saw the first one. I'm telling you, I will never forget what I saw. There was this glow out in the yard, and in the middle of it was this small figure. It was maybe three and a half feet tall, had this huge round head, almost perfectly round. The arms hung down almost to the ground. The hands, they had these claw-like things on them, like talons. And the eyes. The eyes were glowing this yellowish color, bright enough to see from where we were standing. The whole body had this shimmer to it, like it was made of silver metal. Like the chrome on a refrigerator, that's the best way I can describe it.
I grabbed my twenty-gauge shotgun. Bobby Joe got the twenty-two rifle. When that thing started moving toward the back door, hands up in the air like it was surrendering or something, we both fired.[ I'm a good shot. I know I hit it. But when the shot hit, it made this sound, like bullets hitting a metal bucket. The thing did this flip backwards, then scrambled up and ran off into the darkness. We thought that was it. But then a few minutes later, Bobby Joe saw another one at the side window. Just standing there, peering in at us. He shot[ through the screen, and again, that metallic sound when the bullets hit. The thing flipped over and disappeared. My mother, she came out into the hallway, crouched down next to us. She saw one coming toward the door and she described it just like I did. Said it looked like a five-gallon gasoline can with a head on top and small legs. For the next three hours, it was like we were under siege. They kept coming back, these things. We'd see one at a window, shoot at it, it would flip away. Another one would appear at a different window or door. At one point, Bobby Joe stepped outside under the little overhang by the back door. The rest of us were right behind him, and I swear, we all saw this claw-like hand reach down from the roof and touch his hair. We yanked him back inside, I shot up at the overhang. Then I saw another one in the tree by the house. Shot at it, and the thing just floated down to the ground like it was nothing, then scurried off into the woods.
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